Entry copying begins with kidnapping Wang Yuyan

After waiting for a while, Abi and Azhu arrived together.

Eight maids followed behind, each carrying a food box, placing various pastries and dishes on the stone table.

What a feast!

Eight kinds of pastries and eighteen dishes.

The pastries were exquisite and so beautiful that one didn't want to disturb them; the dishes were perfectly colored and incredibly fragrant.

Li Mo: "Isn't Brother Deng worried about spending so much money?"

A'Zhu poured wine for Li Mo; the amber-colored yellow wine was poured into the snow-white cup, which looked quite beautiful.

"This is a special allowance from Brother Deng, only seventy or eighty strings of cash a month. Young Master Li, please eat as you please. Our Murong family values ​​talent the most and doesn't care about this little bit of money. Speaking of which, Abi and I have actually benefited from your generosity!"

They usually eat well, but it's impossible for them to have such a lavish meal every day.

As they talked, Abi distributed chopsticks and bowls, and the three of them enjoyed their meal together.

As for the eight maids, they did not leave as usual, but stayed by his side, serving Li Mo food and soup. Often, as soon as he made a move of his eyes, a maid would pick up the corresponding dish and hand it to him.

Is this the treatment afforded to powerful and wealthy families in this evil feudal society?

After the meal, Li Mo felt like his hands and feet had degenerated.

After the meal, A'Zhu and her maids packed up and left. A'Bi was the last to leave, and she wrote on the stone table with water: "Young master, I think things are not right. Find a chance to leave quietly."

"But I can't bear to part with you, Abi," Li Mo replied, writing with water.

"What nonsense are you spouting at a time like this?" Abi rolled her eyes and left unwillingly.

Li Mo watched Abi leave and wiped the water stains off the stone table.

"Ah Bi, it's not a good time to leave now. The Fragrance Pavilion has probably already strengthened its defenses!"

He clapped his hands, and two maids entered the courtyard.

Li Mo didn't stand on ceremony and said, "Prepare a bath for me; I need to bathe and change. By the way, do you have any fine clothes? I'm really not used to wearing these plain clothes."

"Please wait a moment, young master. Your bath and clothes will be ready shortly."

Li Mo nodded, turned and went into the study. After reading for a while, he saw two maids carrying in a large bath tub.

Soon, the bathtub was filled with hot water, and even flower petals were sprinkled on it.

A maid stepped forward: "Young master, please come in."

Li Mo stepped forward, stretched out his hands, and a maidservant came forward to help him change his clothes.

"Cool!"

The bathwater was at the perfect temperature and filled with a delightful fragrance. The maid's small hands, though delicate, were strong as she gently massaged him, making him feel completely relaxed.

In modern times, wouldn't this cost 298?

After a long while, I finished my bath and felt refreshed.

A maidservant presented him with a set of snow-white scholar's robes and helped him put them on.

Standing before the bronze mirror, gazing at the elegant young man in white reflected in it, Li Mo's lips curled into a slight smile: "Not bad!"

He finally put on the clothes that Duan Yu wore when he first appeared, and he was no longer shabby.

The only price is freedom.

After dismissing the maid, Li Mo read for a while, then turned and went into the bedroom, where he fell asleep immediately.

In the middle of the night, I suddenly felt a chill.

No, it's not right. Although it's autumn, the night air is a bit chilly.

But the bedding provided by the Murong family is definitely not bad, so why is it so cold!

When I opened my eyes, I saw a white figure sitting not far away.

Waking up in the middle of the night, Li Mo vaguely saw a white figure. This scene immediately woke him up, and he sat up abruptly.

"Who are you?"

The figure remained seated, saying nothing. Suddenly, with a wave of his hand, the candlesticks in the distance lit up automatically, instantly illuminating the entire room.

Only then did Li Mo see clearly that a woman in white was sitting upright beside the desk.

The woman wore a plain white dress, her figure was graceful and slender, her back was straight as a pine tree, and she had an aura of unapproachable coldness.

The lights were warm, yet she seemed like a piece of ancient ice sculpted over a thousand years.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in frost, her eyes were dark and deep, reflecting the candlelight without a trace of warmth. Her nose was straight and delicate, her lips were extremely pale, almost ashen, and her skin was as white as snow, gleaming with a cold, porcelain-like sheen. Her face was extremely beautiful, yet it possessed a beauty devoid of any human warmth.

Above her head, four words were clearly visible.

【Peerless Beauty - S】

·A beauty that could topple kingdoms

·Eternal Beauty

【Mingyu·S】

·Unchanged appearance

• The efficiency of cultivating Yin attribute techniques has been greatly increased.

• Cultivation efficiency increased significantly

【Lonely Moon, Cold Heart - SS】

Disregard for goodwill

Hatred doubled

• Focus is greatly enhanced; the deeper the hatred, the higher the focus, and the greater the probability of breaking through to a higher realm.

【Transplanting Flowers and Jade - S】

The mystery of grafting flowers and jade

• Evasion greatly increased

• The ability to rebound by leveraging external forces has increased significantly.

Judging from this entry, could it be "Inviting the Moon"?

The woman glanced at Li Mo and said coldly, "This is Gong Yaoyue."

Holy crap, how did this crazy woman end up in my room? Didn't Azhu and Abi say this place was safe?

That's right, Yaoyue is crazy, she wouldn't reason with anyone.

The Murong family once produced a celestial being, so they have no deterrent effect on madmen.

"I wonder what important matter brings Palace Mistress Yaoyue here at this hour?"

"Painting."

"Please draw?"

Yaoyue's gaze turned slightly cold: "It's about painting, not asking for something."

In this world, who can bear the weight of her mere request?

Damn it, you're an idiot.

That's how people in the martial arts world are, but he was too weak to resist, so he could only ask, "Then what kind of painting does the Palace Master wish to commission?"

"Paintings that bring peace to the mind."

It brings peace of mind?

Could it be that the other person is having some kind of mental breakdown?

In the world of Jinwu, there are actually not many descriptions of mental states.

However, in the works of Huang Yi and Gu Long, the state of mind has a greater impact on martial artists.

Even the strongest warriors can be defeated by those far inferior to them if their mental state is compromised.

"Mental tranquility?" Li Mo pondered. "The Palace Master has given me a very difficult problem."

Yaoyue coldly replied, "That's your problem."

Yes, yes, it's my fault.

This is ridiculous! You have problems with your cultivation, and I have problems too. Are you really going to ignore the facts?

He rolled out of bed and got out of bed to fetch his brush, ink, and paint.

"Palace Master, could you please grind the ink for me?"

Inviting the moon gave it a cold glance, but didn't move.

How dare you order me around?

For so many years, no one has ever dared to be so presumptuous in front of her.

But when she saw his face, her heart softened. She wanted to be angry, but she couldn't bring herself to be. She just let out a soft hum.

Seeing that Yaoyue remained unmoved, Li Mo had no choice but to grind the ink and paint himself.

This time, he did not choose a Buddha statue, but instead painted the sunrise over Huangshan Mountain.

The sun shines brightly on the world, bringing light and life.

Like solid ice, what the moon needs is not the tranquility conveyed by Buddha statues, but a vitality emanating from within, breaking the established state of mind.

With a stroke of the brush, the painting depicts the surging sea of ​​clouds over Huangshan Mountain, the rising sun, and the warm golden light flowing like lukewarm water across thousands of peaks and valleys.

The verdant pines are bathed in the morning light, and the clouds transform into a thin amber veil.

The painting's color palette is warm yet not overpowering; a gentle warmth permeates every brushstroke.

The light spilled over the mountain ridge, flowed across the silken surface, and silently seeped into the hearts of the viewers.

As Yaoyue looked at the painting, she felt a warmth spread through her body.

This feeling was extremely unfamiliar, yet it deeply moved her, as if withered life were emerging again from the ice, taking root and sprouting.

But she hesitated, her muscles involuntarily tensing, and she took a half step back.

Just then, Li Mo picked up his brush and wrote four lines of Buddhist verse: I have a bright pearl, long locked away by worldly troubles. Today, the dust is gone and the light shines forth, illuminating countless mountains and rivers.

This Buddhist verse has been around for decades. It was written by Zen Master Chailing Yu and is widely circulated. Yaoyue naturally knows about it.

But looking at the painting today, I suddenly had a different feeling.

She felt as if she were a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, reborn.

Deep within his dantian, the Mingyu True Qi, which had been as solid and lifeless as a block of ice, suddenly transformed into a clear spring, like a spring breeze sweeping across an icy lake.

Ice is hard and sharp, while water is soft and weak.

This change did not weaken Mingyu's true energy; on the contrary, it strengthened it. The true energy circulated throughout her body, making her feel as if she had stepped into another world, a place that no previous Palace Master of Yihua Palace had ever set foot in.

This is a true transformation, not the Grandmaster she once was, who stumbled upon it by chance and was on the verge of going astray.

At this moment, she has truly stepped into this realm, and there is no longer any instability in her realm.

"The highest good is like water, which benefits all things without striving."

These words came to mind as Yaoyue looked at them with a captivating gaze.